Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Бога

Golf is my groundless,
His land is not plowed.
Life is not over yet -
Before the edge of complete awe.

Lightning Blade sharp
Livni mixed with blood.
On a desert island
Rove Koschei with leshimi.

My faith is not broken,
Secrets of the melt with incense.
My soul is not fed
Vultures instead of falling.

Beach boats pray.
Death is a purely personal matter.
Are all the tunes locks
Will open violin keys? ..

Above the cloud crossing
Ash, toxins, soot.
We took shaved youths -
Chorus sang the sermon.

Sees clean clean
From a distance, but in the twilight.
On the wooden pier
They hold people's hands.